#blade poems on Hello Poetry

WickedHope Dec 2014

The Pen Isn't Mightier Than The Sword If The Words Are The Same (10w)

Babe,
your name
has always looked
loveliest
written
in red.

Saw your mom today.
- - -
Do you remember what you learned that October?

#broken #words #blood #red #10w #colors #selfharm #cut #name #blade

Poetic T Dec 2014

It would take time
"Upon a promise"
I would never let you pass
Life
&
Death
Meant nothing as we were
Connected, what I had to do
Took conviction,
Loyalty,
Love,
Commitment
To keeping you within the living
"Blade Of Essence"
"Drink to your full"
Each one I shed a tear for
But love concurs all,
Many must negate there existence
For one to live,
"It took all life with but a ******"
Essence of life concentrated but a drop
"Each had felt bone cut In to flesh"
There features fluctuated, then dust
For with out
Life
Force
Nothingness
Remained, a breath of wind
Pasted and features were lost
As into the abyss they disappeared,
I needed to fill all
There were five pins, each one held
The essence of many lives,
I had taken many,
But it did not only give life
"Restored youth"
I had been at this such a long time,
The scars upon flesh never heal
I grip hard as I cut,
Jagged,
Torn,
Flesh
Marks, are a story of my journey
I do this for
"LOVE"
"She is my existence"
I have taken so many
So much essence
Now my journey nearly ended
So few left to fulfil existence,
I need her to
Breathe,
Pulse,
Love
Conquers all, each fought valiantly
But the blade greeted each and all,
I have filled the pins, now is the time,
"Each given of essence"
"All bleed life"
"That which was before"
"Essence of life restore as was before"
I paused, I waited an eternality
Of moments,
Breath returned
Pulse returned
Angelic in her looks,
Her eyes opened after so many lifetimes
"She gazed upon me"
Saw scars upon flesh
I told her the moments of eternity
That love lives forever
And nothing in
Above
&
Below,
Would separate two beats as one,
Lips were connected
So many lifetimes
Met in moments, love breathed anew
Then pain shuddered
"I felt weak"
"Whispers echoed upon fading life"
"Love can not be feed with taken life"
As lips caressed, life turned to dust
"Our embrace were moments"
Then I realised that love conquers all even death
"What had I done"
Taken so many,life for life isn't living
"We were but concentrated droplets"
Our moment now lost to the winds
"The blade of essence"
Drank its full, may we both find our love in the **afterlife..

#love #life #death #dust #blade #youth #essence #flesh

Hinkle Wan Vannah Dec 2014

Feeling

Why do I always crave the knife
Or broken protractor
I'm sick of this
Never ending **** really
It feels so good to just scrape the blade
On my bare skin
Not cutting or leaving a single mark
Just feeling the blade
Feeling it
I guess I just want to feel something
And tha used to bring me comfort
I want to feel comfortable again
I hardly remember what that is like
And why does something that causes pain
Make it easier to breathe
Takes away the pain
The blood shows that my ticker still beats on
I've never drawn blood
I wonder if the ticker is beating after all
It sure feels dead in there
I'm not sure this is a poem
Just a series of thought
I guess that's what poetry is, right?

7-13-14

#cutting #self #harm #depression #heart #feeling #feel #blade #ticker #thirdwall

oni Dec 2014

a short life story,

they always told me
that my heart would never heal
if i kept letting it break
and break
and break
and break
but i never listened
and probably never will
because i gave up on caution when i was 12
nowadays i claw at my throat
and tear at my hair
pick at scabs on my forehead
and play with pencil sharpener blades
all to get away
just to get away
maybe one day i'll get away
but for now i am stuck
in this never ending ocean
of chewed up words
and scarred skin
and fragments of memories once held dear
because once anything gets close enough to me it shatters
just as i have shattered myself

#self #harm #broken #sad #depression #life #sadness #anxiety #ocean #blade

Courtney Nov 2014

*****

I thought of falling in love and your hands trace my thoughts like every word I mutter could mean everything at that moment and I live in constant demand of your arms around my waist and your lips pressed against my neck yet I runaway every time I get close enough to feel your breath
but the further I run the closer you pull me in never letting me get far enough away to forget your name completely and my lips only know two tastes anymore and it's ***** strung with your name
while I repetitively try to wash the stain you leave behind but it only keeps growing and you're not even here, yet I can feel your hands on my skin and I'm tearing at everything, trying to break free of your arms when all I wanna do is fall into you

#love #heartbreak #self #sad #pills #depression #relationship #help #blade #*****

Courtney Nov 2014

November

November
Never a happy month, never a happy time.
Two years ago, I felt the touch of a boy who never heard the words 'no' let alone knew how to listen to them.
A year ago, I felt a high that could only come from Vicodin, oxy, and whatever else I could get my craving, adolescent hands on. The first time I learned how to scream out in silence while I discovered the rush of not being in control and falling into what I've come to terms with as 'the spins'
This November, I wallowed, I drank away every ounce of imperfection id grown to hate, pounded down pain pills like they were the only release from the disastrous unified screaming matches that attacked every nerve cell on my body, in and out of black outs, never fully able to grasp the anchored weight I had placed on others hearts that night.
Awaken to hushed voices as if whispering could make the hatred I had for everything about my existence go away, as if whispering could make this vanish as if my craving for death had all been a nightmare, but the whispering did nothing but wake me from what I hoped to be a permanent sleep, awoken to my lungs gasping for air and my insides screaming to be freed from the chemicals I'd been drowning them in.

#poetry #pills #death #blade #november

Untitled Nov 2014

Blade

The gorgeous girl
She smiled at her friends
Her parents never suspected
That when she was alone
In the silence of night
The blade ran over her skin
Drew blood from her body
Thousands on thousands
When one healed another formed
Long sleeves and jackets
His her pain
And no one suspected a thing

Please don't ever cut. I know it seems hard but I promise it will get better. I'm begging you to just tell someone and try to pull through for everyone who cares for you. If you don't think that anyone cares for you then just remember that I do.

#suicide #cutting #depression #blood #help #blade

Dorothy Guya Oct 2014

365 days

It’s about the tears staining your cheeks
and the pills on your tongue.
It’s about crying in the dead of the night
and the drugs you force in your veins.
It’s about weakness when nobody’s looking
and the blade poised on your wrist.
It’s about breaking down when everyone’s unaware
and your shaky grip on the noose.
It’s about wanting to just disappear
and your finger on the trigger.
It’s about wanting to let go, be entirely free
and your feet planted on the ledge.
It’s about you against your demons
and a tired heart that ceased to beat.

#pills #heart #sadness #tears #crying #empty #blade

Moll Oct 2014

I'm bursting at the seams

Everyone says that you should love what you see in the mirror
Because that "who you are", despite the flaws
But to me, I don't see a human
I see a shell of a 17 year old girl
With a carefree spirit
Bursting at the seams

I guess that's why
When I turn to the blade
I feel relief
In the gaping wounds
**My soul is free again

#suicide #self #harm #hell #sad #depression #pain #death #hurt #blade

Insanely Delirious Sep 2014

Consciousness

The familiarities that were once comforting
Have now become tear stained nightmares.
The anticipation of a new master piece-
One that brought the promise of change
And through magic became strokes
Of color-changing beauty, has now
Become dread and guilt.
The mirror cannot reflect the memories
Etched into crystalized eyes.
It cannot show the inner bruising,
From self-mutilation. It cannot show
The web work of past words that
Constrict the heart, barely holding
Together what was already broken.
The instability in a voice is ignored,
While time still continues all around.
One single moment can be sent into
Devastation while the earth doesn’t
Blink so much as an acknowledgment.
The smell of a crimson blade, should
Not be easily understood. The accusations
Should never have been, should never
Have become reality. If love is present,
Then these familiarities should be absent.

#sad #depression #pain #sadness #depressed #blood #guilt #blade